“All I want for Christmas is you.” Kevin sang, frowning slightly. He could always reach the highest note in the song perfectly when the music was playing in his ears, but when left to fend for himself without the original singer’s voice, the final note in the chorus always vibrates about two notes.

After spending half an hour trying to find out the right note and how to execute it properly, Kevin gave up. Not exactly, not fully, though. He was only leaving his room to find his boyfriend, who was probably somewhere, doing something.

“Oh G-Kibummie-hyung! What are you doing?” Kevin exclaimed, running to Kibum and trying to help him up.

They were staying over at Kibum’s house for a while with a party happening later in the day. It was Christmas Eve and that’s what the two families usually did, celebrating Christmas together and inviting the other members of U-KISS over.

The older man had his body straight, face down, looking very much like he was dead. Kevin, taking things at the surface value since he was born, easily thought his boyfriend was near death.

“Are you dead?” Kevin whispered, poking the unmoving Kibum. “You can’t die! What will happen to me?”

“I’m not dead.” Kibum lowly said, shifting slightly. “I’m trying to beat Soohyun-hyung’s planking record.”

“Come on, get up!” Kevin tugged on one of Kibum’s arms, and because it was behind his back, it started to hurt when his weight was being supported by one arm that was at its limit. Kibum winced, yelling for Kevin to let go because he might dislocate an arm like that, and Kevin very frantically did as he was told. “Sorry! Are you okay?”

Kibum couldn’t even get angry at such an innocent expression, sighing as he got up and pressed the stop button on the camera Kevin never saw. He had been planning to record the whole process so Soohyun would believe he had been planking for exactly forty five minutes and twenty seconds. Before Kevin came in.

“Yeah, what do you want?” Kibum hummed, hugging Kevin’s waist near. It was nice to hug something soft as compared to the floor he was on for the past forty over minutes. “Why did you suddenly run out after singing for so long?”

“Didn’t you hear? I couldn’t reach the falsetto part.” Kevin pouted, leaning closer to the older man. “Help me, please?”

“What do I get?” Kibum teased, hooking his arm around Kevin’s neck and pulling the younger nearer. “A French kiss?”

Kevin blushed furiously, punching Kibum on the shoulder before looking away. Kibum purposefully stared harder, watching Kevin’s reaction intently to embarrass the younger further. He smiled, finally loosening his grip around Kevin’s neck. When the younger released a sigh of relief, Kibum breathed against the younger’s ear, low voice so low as if seducing Kevin. “Or games on bed.”

“Hyung!” Kevin squeaked, tugging the ends of his shirt shyly, the faint red colouring his cheeks turning him into a cherry lookalike.

Kibum chuckled heartily, teeth gently grazing over Kevin’s cheeks as if biting him. “Yummy, can’t wait to-”

“AHH! I CAN’T HEAR YOU, I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Kevin screamed, covering his ears quickly, trying to struggle out of Kibum’s firm hold. Kibum held tighter, watching in amusement as Kevin writhed in his embrace in hopes of getting out to no avail. “Hyung, just help me!”

“Okay, to the piano.” Kibum smirked, tentatively letting the matter slide.

-

Kevin passionately started the song, smiling when Kibum could follow the tune that they were hearing from sharing Kevin’s personal earphones. Kibum said he wanted to familiarise himself with the song first, and Kevin had a few more times to try reaching the highest note without the original singer leading him.

It was a slow, dramatic start, and Kibum noticed that a slight waver was present in Kevin’s first falsetto.

Kibum smiled at the bouncing Kevin beside him soon after, the two then starting to sway slightly to the festive sounds in the background music. The younger boy clapped his hands to add the beat, smiling as Kibum concentrated on following the tune.

“I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know, make my wish come true~” Kevin grinned, continuing as his eyes met with Kibum’s. “All I want for Christmas is you~!”

A small smile played on the older man’s lips. He could understand the simple English used in the song, and even if he wasn’t one to really celebrate Christmas, it was really warm to hear Kevin sing such a Christmas song with such a plain meaning.

True, all Kibum wanted for Christmas was Kevin, too.

The build-up of the song came soon, and even a professional singer like Kevin got slightly nervous. Kibum knew Kevin all too well to note that his sudden straightening of the back was to aid his breathing instead of just being excited for the bridge.

“Santa won’t you bring me the one I really need? Won’t you please bring my baby to me?” Kevin shut his eyes tightly, then straining his voice a little to execute the high notes perfectly. A female’s range is still pretty tiring despite his own rather high range. Kibum chuckled lowly, watching Kevin clench his fist and scrunch his nose up all to help him better vocalize those notes.

If he had been listening correctly, the note Kevin was really struggling with was coming soon.

“Baby, all I want for Christmas is you~!”

The song then slowly faded out, while Kevin tried to catch his breath.

“How was it?” Kevin grinned brightly, leaning close towards his boyfriend’s warmth. “It was a bit tricky, I still haven’t got the rhythm down completely, but it wasn’t too bad, right?”

Kibum folded his arms and sternly turned to Kevin. “The first note was slightly too sharp, you were also half a beat faster during the bridge. Your voice broke in the rush and the strain made your vibrato flatter than it should be. Did you or did you not warm up your voice?”

Kevin looked down at his hands guiltily, fidgeting in his seat as the couple turned silent.

Kibum snickered, gaining a smack on his shoulder.

“Hyung!”

“Those were the truth, but as your boyfriend, I say they don’t matter.” Kibum smiled, pecking Kevin’s cheeks. “You’re not doing a performance, why do you care if it was good or not? Just sing your heart out, silly.”

Kevin giggled, hugging Kibum’s arm. It had always been Kibum’s style to be two contradicting things at the same time, but the thing about the older man was that he had a tendency to give you the harsh part first. Then the sweet part would cure all the bruises left by the whirlwind of insults.

“Okay! So, one more time!” Kevin’s face brightened once more, the two nodding to a rhythm in their head before Kibum’s hands found their way to the keys, remaking the song solely with their voices and the piano.

“I just want you for my own.”

“More than you could ever know.”

Two blissful smiles as the song neared completion once more, Kibum trying to catch the lyrics and sing along at the same time.

-

“I’m really tired.” Kevin giggled mindlessly, yawning softly. “We’ve been singing for two hours.”

Kibum hummed, letting the tiredness settle in. He had gotten half the song down in his head, and can mumble his way through the other half. There had been a period that they were both really excited in singing that they had forgotten why they were singing in the first place.

Kevin had unconsciously gotten the falsetto part down.

Leaving the piano seat, he scooped the younger boy in his arms and watched the younger shift into a more comfortable position. He gave the wall clock a glance and chuckled, wondering if half an hour was enough time for a short nap. Alexander, the most excited one of all for Christmas parties, would be bouncing into his property in twenty nine minutes and thirty four seconds. Kibum was sure.

As the older man placed Kevin on bed and then left the room to help set up the party with his mother who should be home in a minute or so, he couldn’t wait till tomorrow.

It was pretty silly how a song could remind him of the simplest present he didn’t know he wanted. But at least it did.

-

“Are you really, really sure?” Kevin’s mother uncertainly poked her son, watching him whine and then babble out loudly in a foreign language that sounded vaguely like what a Spanish chicken would say. “Kibum, I think it’s safer that we bring him home.”

“I think he can’t make it home.” Kibum laughed, steadying Kevin in his arms. “It’s all right, I can take care of him. Mom has to rush over to our aunt’s place to give presents to our cousins’ children, hyung would be following so I’m free. Uncle and you should head home soon too, it’s getting really late.”

“Had to help with the cleaning up. It would be too mean of us to make your family do everything.” Deanna cut in, smiling affectionately. “Mom, we should go soon, let them turn in as soon as possible. Dongho needs a ride too.”

“Tell that to your dad.” Kevin’s mother laughed, giving Kibum another hug. “Merry Christmas, darling, good night. Thank you for taking care of Kev!”

“Merry Christmas!” Another series of a warm exchange of the season greetings, a lot quieter than the chaos three hours ago.

Kibum vaguely remembered the twenty cans of beer waiting to be thrown down the rubbish chute as he bade goodbye to Kevin’s family and a very sleepy Dongho. And then a loud collapse, flesh meeting marble floor, reminded the older man of a very drunk boyfriend Kibum had to take care of.

-

“Ngh…” Kevin mumbled, shifting uncomfortably against Kibum’s bare chest. He could feel the perspiration cling to his skin, and it was too warm for him to properly slip into unconsciousness. Kevin blindly tried to remove his own shirt, while Kibum groggily tried to restrain Kevin’s flailing arms.

“Kev, you’re…hit…me…” Kibum grumbled, while Kevin replied with his own string of incoherency.

With two bare upper bodies against each other, Kevin still didn’t like the stickiness. He kicked off the blankets, rubbing against Kibum to push him away, trying to get more space.

Kibum growled, feeling Kevin’s bottom grinding his clothed member. The younger turned towards the low sound, eyes half-open and half-registering the sound as Kibum’s. He giggled softly, then leaning closer to place a kiss on Kibum’s nose.

“I ruff you.” Kevin’s slurred words came out cutely, while sleepiness slowly eased out of Kibum’s system to understand the younger.

“I ruff you too.” Kibum smiled, the younger unconsciously brushing against his awakened length once more. “But Kevin, you’ve got to let me sleep.”

Kevin pouted dazedly, not linking his actions to Kibum’s words, only clinging closer.

“Weary Christ…mas…”

“Merry…Christmas…” Kibum smiled faintly, holding Kevin tightly and deciding to let his ease itself. They have a day for themselves tomorrow, on December 25^th, with their presents in their arms right from the morning onwards, afterall.

It’s better than the new line of cologne Kibum wanted to get, because Kevin’s unique scent would linger on his skin after every contact.

It’s better than the special Christmas edition of Rilakkuma out in stores that Kevin wanted to have, because Kibum was his personal teddy bear every single night.

Every Christmas was better, wherever you are, spent with a loved one.

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